Page 109 of Jace
I keep milking his tip, loving our erotic equity, letting the lube ooze between my fingers; the sound lewd and luscious. Stroking his rigid shaft, one-handed, my other hand moves from his balls to slowly urge the toy farther inside him, gently pressing against that spot of resistance.
But I’ll never hurt him; I wait.
“Fuck, Viv, look at you.” He reaches, palming my breasts as if he’s enraptured by the sight of them, the feel of them. “Your body is a goddamn masterpiece, baby. I don’t just want to fuck you, I want to give you every fantasy like this.”
“Everyfantasy?” His tip is leaking. I’m right there, waiting for him to yield, to open.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts. “Anything. Everything. Tell me what you want.”
I glide my slick thumb over his most sensitive spot. “Can we play gym teacher and naughty schoolgirl?”
He groans, his eyes rolling. “Oh, fuck yes.”
“The nurse and her horny, hot patient?”
“Please.”
“The boss seduced by the sexy secretary?”
“Hell, yes.” He growls. “My secretary can crawl to me naked and suck my dick.”
I stop stroking him. “Who saidyouwere the boss?”
Suddenly, he laughs. It bounces his cock and makes us feel even safer, closer. I’m sharing more than kinky sex with Jace.
This is intimacy and trust. This is us, trying together, making mistakes, and still talking it through. This is laughter and tears shed, hugs given and hearts exposed.
This is all love and no shame between us.
Jace is right. We’ve built this together, and it felt like a punishment to be just friends for so long, but now it feels like an answered prayer.
I’m not shocked by who he is: his past, his father, his family.
I’m proud of him.
I love him.
He’s not judgmental about what I’ve done: my past, my ex, my betrayal. In fact, he’s helped me to make everything wrong, right again. What’s hurt is healed.
“Give me more, Viv.” He lifts his hips. “And put it inside your pussy too.”
Jace chose this toy. He wasn’t in the showroom long before he returned to my studio with it and a bottle of lube in hand.
The vibrating strap-on he picked is actually strapless. One long, phallic shaft goes inside him, and the other end is a curved bulb, designed to give me G-spot stimulation while I grind my clit against the ribbed base of the shaft. I’ll grip it in my pussy, and thrust it inside him. Jace wanted this for my pleasure as much as he wanted it for his.
My god, it only makes me wetter and more in love.
My hand shakes as I reach down and insert the end meant for me. My pussy is soaked, sucking it in. “Oh god,” I moan, feeling it press against the most sensitive spot inside me.
“Fuck, baby, now. Do it.” Jace lets go of my breasts. Grabbing his thighs, he holds them open, demanding, “Do it, Viv. Fuck my ass.”
I could come this instant to the vision of my phallic shaft about to fully penetrate Jace. His cock is so obscenely hard for me; my mouth waters.
“Look at me,” I softly demand, gripping his slick, swollen length. I have to know he wants this. “Look at me while I fuck you, Jace.”
By the ravenous look in his eyes, he loves it; he loves me. His massive chest starts shaking as I penetrate him. “Fuck, Viv. Fuck yes, baby, keep going.”
I reach under the toy, pressing the button. The vibrator kicks in, and we both groan, rolling our eyes at the shared sensation. With two hands, I stroke him harder as I slowly thrust the entire shaft inside him.
